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Drew Bankston

Khizara

Synopsis

Book 1 in the Tokorel series. Life, death, romance and archaeology will drastically change the histories of two civilizations and create tensions that only the prophecy could predict. One non-believer, however, is thrown into the middle of it all and refuses to accept that she could be the center of the words of her enemy. Will she become the salvation of two worlds or their destructive force?

Author Biography

Drew has been writing all of his life, or at least from the time he knew what words and stories could do. In second grade he was writing audio plays and now, many...many years later, he's still writing. He's written the Tokorel sci-fi series, which has received numerous accolades, great reviews and awards, and numerous other books both fantastic and original. He loves sci-fi and fantasy but he also writes non-fiction as well. He lives in Fort Collins, Colorado with his wonderful family and runs a video production company to pay the bills, in addition to working for the city Parks Department. He loves people, so feel free to Email him anytime if you have questions about his books or want to chat. He can be reached at author@drewbankston.com.

Author Insight

Destroyed

Our bad guy, Gordek, is truly bad. Not so much evil and not an insane and maniacal villain, but bad. He knows what he's doing and often enjoys the discomfort that he gives others. He's greedy and power hungry. He wants others to know what power he has and that this power extends over everyone he meets, especially those he holds captive. Poor Linsora receives double as he not only holds her captive, but has a lusting desire for her, and he will do anything to have her. This means that he's willing to exploit her weaknesses to gain the control that he needs over her. This short segment is one of the times when he is slightly less than human. See what you think and please consider reading "Khizara" book one in the Tokorel series.

Book Excerpt

Khizara

“Here’s what I found.” She tossed the urn toward Gordek. Caught by surprise, he fumbled and dropped it. The piece shattered into several large slices and hundreds of tiny shards.

Linsora took a step toward Gordek’s desk. Both guards reached for her, holding her back. The instant fury she felt was disturbed by warmth, a gentle sense of warning, a sweet taste. An idea that this was not the time to test her will against Gordek’s was on the edge of her awareness. If she tried, she had a sense that he would destroy her. Not kill her, but destroy her - and she didn’t know quite what that meant. The warmth continued and Linsora looked around wildly for the source. It was Permac - it had to be.

The guards read her movements as an increased attempt to reach Gordek and tightened their grip. The warmth vanished. Her tongue prickled with bursts of sour. The room remained the same, but a sense of enclosure crept around her forehead like someone pulling a hood down over her face. Twenty spiders scuttled across her cheeks, pulling the rough hood tighter. No spiders, no hood, she thought. Not real. Her eyes were dry, with each blink her vision became more clouded. She struggled for breath. The space around her head was too small. The terrible dark closet Yokosh shoved her in. He slammed the door and leaned against it. He was bigger, stronger. She was only five. No air, darkness. He laughed until he snorted. You’re not Yokosh, she thought. You can’t know this. She inhaled in short gasps that made her head spin. No snorting Yokosh. Only Gordek calling her name.